Here we go backward and forward, And vex his own baby will he? Here we go up, up, up, And here we go down, down, downy, And here we go backward and forward, And here we go round, round, roundy. Hark! hark! the dogs do bark, The beggars have come to town; Some in rags, and some in tags, And some in velvet gowns. Diddle diddle dumpling, my son John As I was going to Derby upon a market day, I met the finest ram, sir, that ever fed on hay. This ram was fat behind, sir; this ram was fat before; This ram was ten yards round, sir; indeed he was no more, No more, no more, no more; This ram was ten yards round, sir; indeed he was no more. The horns grew on his head, sir, they were so wondrous high, As I've been plainly told, sir, they reached up to the sky. As I've been plainly told, sir, they reached up to the sky. And it was sent to Derby to toll the market bell. Hogs in the garden, catch 'em, Towser; Cows in the corn-field, run boys, run, Fire on the mountains, run boys, run. Lavender blue, and Rosemary green, The lion and the Unicorn Were fighting for the crown The lion beat the unicorn Some gave them white bread, And sent them out of town. |